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22/10/2022

Something must have spooked the horses. Kristina could hear them pounding through the snow back toward the barn.

Not all of them were pastured in the winter, of course. Just the two younger stallions. Zeke had kicked a hole in his stall door, and Uncle Al hadn’t gotten around to fixing it yet.

“What has you boys worked up?”

Staring out the kitchen window toward the pasture, she frowned as she tried to see why they were excited. That’s when she saw a pile of snow fall off the roof, right in front of the side door of the barn.

“Great,” she muttered to herself as she stared at the snow still falling in the barn’s floodlight. “Now I have to go shovel, or I’ll never be able to get into the barn.”

Heaving a sigh, she thought about the book she was halfway through, cushy reading chair she'd just left, and the cozy fire in the living room. They were going to have to wait. The horses came first, as usual.

The stable was her mother’s legacy, and nothing was more important to Kristina than making sure her mom’s reputation for quality show horses continued. That meant keeping to the feeding and training schedule, even during blizzards.

Putting down the mug she’d been about to pour a warm cup of spiced wine into, she headed to the door. Feeding time was in two hours, but from the way the snow was coming down, she’d be lucky to finish shoveling in time.

So much for a little me time.

Kristina blew out her breath as she geared up, tugging on her snow pants. Shoveling out the barn entrance instead of losing herself with her newest book boyfriend was not the way she’d planned to spend the evening. Pulling the knitted purple hat her grandmother had made over her pesky brown curls, Kris grabbed the shovel by the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and felt the wind sting her cheeks as the snow pelted her from every direction. Thank goodness the barnyard lights were working so she could see her way. She started shoveling snow off the big farmer’s porch, where it had drifted under the porch roof. Moving quickly, she headed down the stairs, clearing off a step, then moving down to the next.

A loud whinny cut through the air, and Kristina looked toward the pasture gate where Zeke and Smokey were standing, sides heaving under their snow blankets. The light behind them illuminated their breath and falling snow. Kristina frowned as she tried to figure out what was wrong with that picture.

There shouldn’t be any light behind them.

The realization hit her, and her eyes narrowed as she peered in the paddock’s direction. She could hear the plow scraping along the highway further out and saw the dim lights making their way down the road. Thanks to the blizzard, the highway sounds were all but gone, since no one in their right mind would be out in this weather.

“Oh no,” Kristina said, as it occurred to her why there would be light illuminating the pasture in that direction. “Someone went off the road.”

She cleared off the bottom step and walked through the eight inches of snow that had already fallen on the driveway, toward the fence, and started making her way through the snowdrifts toward the headlights. They seemed to face forward, into her broken wooden fence.

Wait, broken? Damn. Now the horses are going to get out.
Pursing her lips, she trudged through the snow toward the gate and pushed it open.

“Out of the way, fellas,” she said, her crooning tone helping to calm the spooked young stallions.

She shoved back at their noses as they butted into her and made her way toward the headlights. They followed, making snuffy noises, and blowing out their breath suspiciously, but since she was brave enough to approach the strange lights, so were they.

Several paces behind her.
With their ears pricked at attention.
Ready to run at the first oddity.
Typical male behavior.

Kristina used the shovel to lean on as she got further out into the pasture where the snow had drifted into piles. On a normal day, this walk would have taken less than three minutes. Struggling through snow up to her knees in places was making it difficult to hurry.

I hope the driver isn’t hurt.

It was a sporty type of car. Black. Probably rear-wheel drive. She didn’t know much about vehicles, but it was hard to miss an impractical vehicle around here. What idiot would drive a car like that, in a blizzard, down the highway?

Must be a man.

Mentally, Kristina rolled her eyes as she struggled to put one foot in front of the other. Her nose was cold.

“I should just leave him to his fate,” she muttered.

She wouldn’t.

Zeke and Smokey were still behind her, but they didn’t seem inclined to take the lead and tramp down the snow, so her path might be easier.

Big babies.

The snow seemed to have let up a bit as she made her way to the car, but still swirled in the headlights. Their light made her task easier since she could see where she needed to go. Even so, she stumbled with the last step and fell into the side of the car as she tripped over a piece of the fence that had fallen.

“All I need is to break my leg rescuing some idiot who can’t stay home on a night like this,” she said as she pushed herself upright and leaned against the car.

Peering into the window, she tapped on it with her gloved fist.
“Hey, are you alive in there?”

The man slumped into the airbag on the steering wheel didn’t move. While the front end was crumpled in, the rest of the car was intact. All the doors were locked and shut tight.

She needed to get him out of there as quickly as possible. No telling how long this storm might last. She never trusted the meteorologist. But she wouldn’t be able to get him to safety if she couldn’t get him to wake up and unlock the doors.

Shrugging her shoulders, she lifted the shovel and used the handle to whack the window as hard as she could. It didn’t break. The shovel bounced off, and she felt herself go off balance.

“Son of a biscuit.”

She tightened her grip, and her stance, so she could try again. She still didn’t break the window, but his eyes opened, and he lifted his head. Then he saw her, and his eyes widened.

“What the heck are you doing?”

Her arms, which had been holding the shovel high in preparation to slam it down again, dropped.

“Can you unlock your doors?”
She motioned toward the lock.

“Not if you’re going to kill me with that shovel,” he shouted back.

“I’m trying to rescue you, you idiot,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “You were out cold. Unlock the door so I can help you get out.”

He glanced around and finally seemed to realize that the car was tilted in a strange position. His hand fumbled with the locking mechanism, and she heard it click. She pulled open the door.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

He stared up at her in an obvious daze. She couldn’t help noticing how blue his eyes were. They looked familiar, but she didn’t stop to figure out why.

“Hurt. Did you break anything?”

He looked down at himself.

“I’m sore. My knee hurts,” he said, wiggling a bit as he attempted to move.

“Do you think you’ll be able to walk?”

“I won’t know until I try,” he said and slid a leg out of the car.

“Wait, where’s your coat?”

“Oh, uh,” he looked back inside the car. “I think I threw it in the backseat.”

“Okay, I’ll grab it,” she said. “Let’s get that on you before we go too far.”

Reaching into the back, she pulled out a thick LL Bean jacket that looked pretty warm. At least he was prepared for the cold, even if he’d been stupid enough to venture out with this ridiculous car.
He tugged on the jacket and stood, bracing his butt against the doorjamb, wincing as he tried putting weight on his leg.

She refrained from telling him he wouldn’t be in this position if he hadn’t been idiot enough to drive this absurd car in such dreadful weather.

Why are all the best-looking men the most unreliable?

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Something had spooked the horses. She could hear them pounding through the snow back toward the barn. Not all of them were pastured, of course. Just the two younger stallions. Zeke had kicked a hole in his door, and she hadn’t had a chance to ask Ben to come out and fix it for her.

“What’s got you boys spooked?”

Kristina blew out her breath as she geared up, tugging on her snow pants. She knew she was going to have to shovel out the barn entrance again, since she’d just watched a pile of snow fall off the roof, right in front of the side door. Pulling her knitted hat over her pesky brown curls, she grabbed the shovel by the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and felt the wind sting her cheeks as the snow pelted her from every direction. Thank goodness the barnyard lights were working so she could see her way.

A loud whinny cut through the air and Kristina looked toward the pasture gate where Zeke and Smokey were standing, sides heaving under their snow blankets. The light behind them illuminated their breath, and she frowned as she tried to figure out what was wrong with that picture.

There shouldn’t be any light behind them.

The realization hit her, and her eyes narrowed as she peered in the paddock’s direction. She could hear the plow scraping along the highway further out and saw the dim lights making their way down the road. Thanks to the blizzard, the highway sounds were all but gone, since no one in their right mind would be out in this weather.

“Oh no,” Kristina said, as it occurred to her why there would be light illuminating the pasture in that direction. “Someone went off the road.”

She walked over to the fence and stared toward the headlights. They seemed to face forward, into her broken wooden fence.

Wait, broken? Damn. Now the horses were going to get out.
Pursing her lips, she trudged through the snow toward the gate and pushed it open.

“Out of the way, fellas,” she said, her crooning tone helping to calm the spooked horses.

She shoved back at their noses as they butted into her and made her way toward the headlights. They followed, making snuffy noises, and blowing out their breath suspiciously, but since she was brave enough to approach the strange lights, so were they.

Several paces behind her.

With their ears pricked at attention.

Ready to run at the first oddity.

Kristina used the shovel to lean on as she got further out into the pasture where the snow had drifted into piles. On a normal day, this walk would have taken less than three minutes. Struggling through snow up to her knees in places was making it difficult to move.

It was a small, sporty type car. What idiot would drive a car like that, in a blizzard, down the highway?

Must be a man.

Mentally, Kristina rolled her eyes as she struggled to put one foot in front of the other.

“I should just leave him to his fate,” she muttered.

Zeke and Smokey were still behind her, but they didn’t seem inclined to take the lead and tramp down the snow so her path might be easier. Big babies.

The snow seemed to have let up a bit as she made her way to the car, but still swirled in the headlights. Their light made her task easier, since she could see where she needed to go. The last step she stumbled and fell into the side of the car as she tripped over a piece of the fence that had fallen.

“All I need is to break my leg rescuing some idiot who can’t stay home on a night like this,” she said as she stood up.
Peering into the window, she tapped on it with her fist.

“Hey, are you alive in there?”

The man slumped into the airbag on the steering wheel didn’t move. While the front end was crumpled in, the rest of the car was intact. It relieved her to see he hadn’t been exposed to the cold. It was probably a good idea to get him out of there as quickly as possible, but she wouldn’t be able to do that if she couldn’t get him to wake up and unlock the doors. She never trusted the meteorologist so there was no telling how long this storm might last.

Shrugging her shoulders, she lifted the shovel and used the handle to whack the window as hard as she could. The window didn’t break and shovel bounced off instead, tilting her off balance.

“Son of a biscuit.”

She tightened her grip, and her stance, so she could try again. She still didn’t break the window, but his eyes opened, and he lifted his head.

“What the f*** are you doing?”

Her arms, which had been holding the shovel high in preparation to slam it down again, dropped.

“Can you unlock your doors?”

“Not if you’re going to kill me with that shovel,” he shouted back.

“I’m trying to rescue you, idiot,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “You were out cold. Unlock the door so I can help you get out.”

He glanced around and finally seemed to realize that the car was tilted in a strange position. His hand fumbled with the locking mechanism and she heard it click. She pulled open the door.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

He looked up at her in an obvious daze. She couldn’t help noticing how blue his eyes were. They looked familiar, but she didn’t stop to figure out why.

“Hurt. Did you break anything?”

He looked down at himself.

“I’m sore. My knee hurts,” he said, wiggling a bit as he attempted to move.

“Do you think you’ll be able to walk?”

“I won’t know until I try,” he said, and started to get out of the car.

“Wait, where’s your coat?”

“Oh, uh,” he looked back inside the car. “I think I threw it in the backseat.”

“Okay, I’ll grab it,” she said. “Let’s get that on you before we go too far.”

Reaching into the back, she pulled out an LL Bean jacket that looked pretty warm. At least he was prepared for the cold, even if he’d been stupid enough to venture out with this tiny car.

He tugged on the jacket and stood, bracing his butt against the doorjamb, wincing as he tried putting weight on his leg.
She refrained from telling him he wouldn’t be in this position if he hadn’t been idiot enough to drive this ridiculous car in such terrible weather.

Why were all the best-looking men the stupidest?

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27/05/2022

Holly wants nothing more than to forget about men after a messy divorce. When she reconnects with an old friend online, she feels safe spilling all her secrets. Then Mark tells her something she never expected.

"I've had a crush on you since high school."

She's always been super conservative, but when their texting turns to sexting, Holly can barely keep her panties from igniting. . . as long as he's safe on the other side of the phone.

Then Mark suggests reuniting in real life and Holly can't resist. The risk of being caught by the church gossips is worth putting their friendship on the line.

Does this mean they're going to hell? Only Heaven Knows!
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14/04/2022

The Country Girl who Tamed the Country Star.
Kristina is content hiding from the world after her mother's death a year ago, but Peter rocks her world off its axis when he crashes his sports car into her fence during a snowstorm. He claims to be the lead singer of a famous country band, and she's sure he's delusional. When the storm ends, she sends him out of her life for good.

Except that Peter can't forget the feisty brunette who saved his life and brought his head out of the clouds. She has no idea who he is and doesn't care, which only makes him want her more. When he finds out she's in trouble, he drops everything to protect her.
Follow this suspenseful and steamy romance as Peter and Kristina navigate their relationship and learn to trust in love.

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10/04/2022

Something must have spooked the horses. Kristina could hear them pounding through the snow back toward the barn. Not all of them were pastured in the winter, of course. Just the two younger stallions. Zeke had kicked a hole in his stall door, and Uncle Al hadn’t gotten around to fixing it yet.
“What has you boys worked up?”
Staring out the kitchen window toward the pasture she frowned as she tried to see why they were excited. That’s when she saw a pile of snow fall off the roof, right in front of the side door of the barn.
“Great,” she muttered to herself as she stared at the snow still falling in the light of the barns floodlight. “Now I have to go shovel, or I’ll never be able to get into the barn.”
Heaving a sigh, she thought about her book and the cozy fire waiting for her to snuggle next to in the living room. They were going to have to wait. The horses came first, as usual. The stable was her mother’s legacy and nothing was more important to Kristina then making sure her mom’s reputation for quality show horses continued. That meant keeping to the feeding and training schedule, even during blizzards.
Putting down the mug she’d been about to pour a warm cup of spiced wine into, she headed to the door. Feeding time was in two hours, but from the way the snow was coming down, she’d be lucky to finish shoveling in time.
So much for a little me time.
Kristina blew out her breath as she geared up, tugging on her snow pants. Shoveling out the barn entrance instead of losing herself with her newest book boyfriend was not the way she’d planned to spend the evening. Pulling the knitted purple hat her grandmother had made over her pesky brown curls, Kris grabbed the shovel by the door.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and felt the wind sting her cheeks as the snow pelted her from every direction. Thank goodness the barnyard lights were working so she could see her way. She stared shoving snow off the big farmers porch where it had drifted under the porch roof. Moving quickly, she headed down the stairs, clearing off a step, then moving down to the next.
A loud whinny cut through the air, and Kristina looked toward the pasture gate where Zeke and Smokey were standing, sides heaving under their snow blankets. The light behind them illuminated their breath and falling snow. Kristina frowned as she tried to figure out what was wrong with that picture.
There shouldn’t be any light behind them.
The realization hit her, and her eyes narrowed as she peered in the paddock’s direction. She could hear the plow scraping along the highway further out and saw the dim lights making their way down the road. Thanks to the blizzard, the highway sounds were all but gone, since no one in their right mind would be out in this weather.
“Oh no,” Kristina said, as it occurred to her why there would be light illuminating the pasture in that direction. “Someone went off the road.”
She cleared off the bottom step and walked through the eight inches of snow that had already fallen on the driveway, toward the fence and started making her way through the snowdrifts toward the headlights. They seemed to face forward, into her broken wooden fence.
Wait, broken? Damn. Now the horses are going to get out.
Pursing her lips, she trudged through the snow toward the gate and pushed it open.
“Out of the way, fellas,” she said, her crooning tone helping to calm the spooked young stallions.
She shoved back at their noses as they butted into her and made her way toward the headlights. They followed, making snuffy noises, and blowing out their breath suspiciously, but since she was brave enough to approach the strange lights, so were they.
Several paces behind her.
With their ears pricked at attention.
Ready to run at the first oddity.
Typical male behavior.
Kristina used the shovel to lean on as she got further out into the pasture where the snow had drifted into piles. On a normal day, this walk would have taken less than three minutes. Struggling through snow up to her knees in places was making it difficult to hurry.
I hope the driver isn’t hurt.
It was a sporty type of car. Black. Probably rear wheel drive. She didn’t know much about vehicles, but it was hard to miss an impractical vehicle around here. What idiot would drive a car like that, in a blizzard, down the highway?
Must be a man.
Mentally, Kristina rolled her eyes as she struggled to put one foot in front of the other. Her nose was cold.
“I should just leave him to his fate,” she muttered.
She wouldn’t.
Zeke and Smokey were still behind her, but they didn’t seem inclined to take the lead and tramp down the snow so her path might be easier.
Big babies.
The snow seemed to have let up a bit as she made her way to the car, but still swirled in the headlights. Their light made her task easier, since she could see where she needed to go. Even so, she stumbled with the last step and fell into the side of the car as she tripped over a piece of the fence that had fallen.
“All I need is to break my leg rescuing some idiot who can’t stay home on a night like this,” she said as she pushed herself upright and leaned against the car.
Peering into the window, she tapped on it with her gloved fist.
“Hey, are you alive in there?”
The man slumped into the airbag on the steering wheel didn’t move. While the front end was crumpled in, the rest of the car was intact. All the doors were shut tightly. He probably hadn’t been going fast enough to push them open on impact. It relieved her to see he hadn’t been exposed to the cold.
She needed to get him out of there as quickly as possible. No telling how long this storm might last. She never trusted the meteorologist. But she wouldn’t be able to get him to safety if she couldn’t get him to wake up and unlock the doors.
Shrugging her shoulders, she lifted the shovel and used the handle to whack the window as hard as she could. It didn’t break. The shovel bounced off, and she felt herself go off balance.
“Son of a biscuit.”
She tightened her grip, and her stance, so she could try again. She still didn’t break the window, but his eyes opened, and he lifted his head. Then he saw her and his eyes widened.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
Her arms, which had been holding the shovel high in preparation to slam it down again, dropped.
“Can you unlock your doors?”
She motioned toward the lock.
“Not if you’re going to kill me with that shovel,” he shouted back.
“I’m trying to rescue you, idiot,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “You were out cold. Unlock the door so I can help you get out.”
He glanced around and finally seemed to realize that the car was tilted in a strange position. His hand fumbled with the locking mechanism and she heard it click. She pulled open the door.
“Are you hurt?”
“What?”
He stared up at her in an obvious daze. She couldn’t help noticing how blue his eyes were. They looked familiar, but she didn’t stop to figure out why.
“Hurt. Did you break anything?”
He looked down at himself.
“I’m sore. My knee hurts,” he said, wiggling a bit as he attempted to move.
“Do you think you’ll be able to walk?”
“I won’t know until I try,” he said, and slid a leg out of the car.
“Wait, where’s your coat?”
“Oh, uh,” he looked back inside the car. “I think I threw it in the backseat.”
“Okay, I’ll grab it,” she said. “Let’s get that on you before we go too far.”
Reaching into the back, she pulled out a thick LL Bean jacket that looked pretty warm. At least he was prepared for the cold, even if he’d been stupid enough to venture out with this ridiculous car.
He tugged on the jacket and stood, bracing his butt against the doorjamb, wincing as he tried putting weight on his leg.
She refrained from telling him he wouldn’t be in this position if he hadn’t been idiot enough to drive this absurd car in such dreadful weather.
Why are all the best-looking men the most unreliable?

The Country Girl who tamed the Country Star. Kristina is content hiding from the world after her mother's death a year ago, but Peter rocks her world off its axis when he crashes his sports car into her fence during a snowstorm. He claims to be the lead singer of a famous country band, and she's sur...

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The Country Girl who Tamed the Country Star.

Kristina is content hiding from the world after her mother's death a year ago, but Peter rocks her world off its axis when he crashes his sports car into her fence during a snowstorm. He claims to be the lead singer of a famous country band, and she's sure he's delusional. When the storm ends, she sends him out of her life for good.

Except that Peter can't forget the feisty brunette who saved his life and brought his head out of the clouds. She has no idea who he is and doesn't care, which only makes him want her more. When he finds out she's in trouble, he drops everything to protect her.

Follow this suspenseful and steamy romance as Peter and Kristina navigate their relationship and learn to trust in love.

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The Country Girl who tamed the Country Star. Kristina is content hiding from the world after her mother's death a year ago, but Peter rocks her world off its axis when he crashes his sports car into her fence during a snowstorm. He claims to be the lead singer of a famous country band, and she's sur...